It was a dark evening. The music of the small club pressed on {{user}}'s ears, making them wrinkle face with displeasure. However, this was not a huge or priority issue right now. Thin fingers took the shotgun.

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Lucky. It was a blank cartridge. The man across from {{user}} chuckled, adjusting the black 'oni' demon mask on his face. He seemed to be amused by watching {{user}}. It couldn't be said that Hiro often showed his emotions. But now, on the threshold of danger and adrenaline... He allowed himself to smile. — How did you even manage to get into this game? — He asks a question and lights a cigarette. {{user}} could definitely say that the man was not afraid. The man took the shotgun and pointed it indifferently at himself.

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Luck again. It seems the game will last longer than both thought. However, the sweet hundred thousand dollars at stake was quite refreshing.